ratsy
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So I didn't really know what to put up here for my 3000 so I just took a random scene from Sleepy Grove. I don't really think any back story is needed. Except that Rose works in a cemetery and sees spirits.
Rose had been particularly moved by the ceremony for Jack Penny. He was only sixteen when he died; wrists cut in the bathtub. His older brother had done an amazing speech discussing mental health and his brother’s affliction with it. She listened with her full attention and almost didn’t notice the thin boy crouched in the corner of the room. His grey body sat on the floor, arms over his knees, and head down. He rocked back and forth. The crowd of people moved out of the Church, towards the grounds where Jack’s body would be put in the earth. His spirit stayed behind, still rocking. Rose didn’t know how to deal with this troubled boy but she knew she had to try to talk to him. He was probably afraid, like most trauma victims were.
She stepped up to him and crouched down to get on a similar level as him. He wasn’t quite sitting on the ground, more so floating a couple inches over it.
“Hello Jack,” she almost whispered. There was no sense in startling the disturbed boy.
He didn’t answer but he did lift his head up to see who was talking to him. He kept rocking.
“Jack, my name is Rose. I know this must be confusing.”
“I killed myself. Why am I here? Shouldn’t I just be gone? I didn’t do it so I could stick around and be tormented by it!” Anger shone through his voice.
“I don’t know why you ended your life, but I do know that the pain is over now, Jack. You’re free of your mortal body now. You don’t have to be upset anymore.”
“But I am. I don’t feel free of my body; I feel it reeling me in.” His rocking sped up. “I don’t want to be here. Let me go. He’s coming. I can feel him.”
“Feel who? Who’s coming?” she asked. He just kept rocking and eventually Rose left him mumbling to himself. He kept saying ‘He’s coming’ over and over. She couldn’t see how he could be harmful to himself or anyone else, so she left the hall. Rose looked at her watch and hurried her steps.The first date she’d had in a long time and she was going to be late for it. She spotted Thelma floating down the walkway on the way to Rose’s home.
“Hey, can you keep an eye on the new kid while I’m out? He is the new suicide victim…still seems pretty messed up. If he becomes coherent can you, maybe, show him around a bit?”
“Sure thing, dear. Have a good date.” The spirit winked.
“Thanks, I’ll see you when I get back,” Rose said.
“I hope it’s not too early.”
She returned to her home, trying to rush to get ready for the detective. He was going to be there any minute and she still needed to shower. As she got ready, she kept hearing the boy’s shaky voice whispering ‘He’s coming…he’s coming’.
Rose had been particularly moved by the ceremony for Jack Penny. He was only sixteen when he died; wrists cut in the bathtub. His older brother had done an amazing speech discussing mental health and his brother’s affliction with it. She listened with her full attention and almost didn’t notice the thin boy crouched in the corner of the room. His grey body sat on the floor, arms over his knees, and head down. He rocked back and forth. The crowd of people moved out of the Church, towards the grounds where Jack’s body would be put in the earth. His spirit stayed behind, still rocking. Rose didn’t know how to deal with this troubled boy but she knew she had to try to talk to him. He was probably afraid, like most trauma victims were.
She stepped up to him and crouched down to get on a similar level as him. He wasn’t quite sitting on the ground, more so floating a couple inches over it.
“Hello Jack,” she almost whispered. There was no sense in startling the disturbed boy.
He didn’t answer but he did lift his head up to see who was talking to him. He kept rocking.
“Jack, my name is Rose. I know this must be confusing.”
“I killed myself. Why am I here? Shouldn’t I just be gone? I didn’t do it so I could stick around and be tormented by it!” Anger shone through his voice.
“I don’t know why you ended your life, but I do know that the pain is over now, Jack. You’re free of your mortal body now. You don’t have to be upset anymore.”
“But I am. I don’t feel free of my body; I feel it reeling me in.” His rocking sped up. “I don’t want to be here. Let me go. He’s coming. I can feel him.”
“Feel who? Who’s coming?” she asked. He just kept rocking and eventually Rose left him mumbling to himself. He kept saying ‘He’s coming’ over and over. She couldn’t see how he could be harmful to himself or anyone else, so she left the hall. Rose looked at her watch and hurried her steps.The first date she’d had in a long time and she was going to be late for it. She spotted Thelma floating down the walkway on the way to Rose’s home.
“Hey, can you keep an eye on the new kid while I’m out? He is the new suicide victim…still seems pretty messed up. If he becomes coherent can you, maybe, show him around a bit?”
“Sure thing, dear. Have a good date.” The spirit winked.
“Thanks, I’ll see you when I get back,” Rose said.
“I hope it’s not too early.”
She returned to her home, trying to rush to get ready for the detective. He was going to be there any minute and she still needed to shower. As she got ready, she kept hearing the boy’s shaky voice whispering ‘He’s coming…he’s coming’.
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